Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Leon's frustration was not because he could not kill all the enemies, but because he found that he seemed to have misunderstood his father's will.

"Purifying the planet Herak" does not seem to mean that all life on it needs to be eliminated, but only those enemies who believe in heretical gods and have alien traits.

The brilliance his father brought to those civilians who still had pure bodies proved this, which made Leon feel strongly annoyed by his own insistence.

It’s no wonder that mothers say that they are the children most like their fathers.Lion King thought in his heart.She must have seen that I have the same paranoid and tough character as my father, and I will not change the decision I have made just because of any outside voice.

At the same time, facing Leon's request of one against three, the three coalition marshals looked at each other, and took advantage of the opportunity when the lion-faced and armored man in front of them did not put up an attack posture, and suddenly launched an attack!

The green dragon spit out a tornado hurricane from the mouth of the green dragon under its crotch, and the spear in Marshal Shillong's hand was injected with its power to generate a hundred-meter-long fiery red light blade, which slashed straight down towards the head of the original body.

The marshal of the Kika Kingdom and the unicorn he rode recited a vital spell together, and countless roots and vines twisted out of the ground, biting their buds with sharp fangs towards Leon's body.

Marshal Sanakia was thrown out by the armored giant bear under him. While slashing at the Lion King's legs with the sharp ax in his hand, the armored giant bear drilled into the ground. As the earthy yellow crystals on its body bloomed with brilliance, the huge earth... The walls pressed against the body of the Emperor's eldest son from both sides.

Facing the siege coming from all around him, a dull look flashed in the Lion King's eyes.

uninteresting.

White light appears!The lion sword turned into the brilliance of the scorching sun in Leon's hands, split the green dragon's body from the middle, and divided Marshal Shillong into two halves from the middle.

Then with a large sweep, the wind pressure caused by the giant sword tore apart the plants that attacked, and at the same time crushed Marshal Kika and the unicorn into bloody mud.

The tip of the sword danced over the top, and Leon made a standard and powerful diagonal cut, directly cutting off the giant ax in Marshal Sanakia's hand and splitting his head open.

Glancing sideways at the "slowly" squeezing earth wall, the Lion King raised his iron boots and stepped lightly. Power poured into the earth like running water, directly shattering the brain and heart of the armored giant bear.

Only then did the split green dragon realize the fact that he was dead. Its body split from the middle, carrying Marshal Shillong, who was also divided into two halves, and fell heavily to the ground.

Broken plant stems fell from the air and stayed on the radiating plasma of Marshal Kika and the unicorn. In the coming spring, this grassland will be even more lush than it is now.

Marshal Sanakia, whose head was split open, looked blankly at the split landscape in front of him. His unruly body fell in front of the Lion King, and the blood flowing out soaked the soil under the original body's iron boots.

Without the support of magic power, the towering earth wall collapsed instantly, and large rocks and soil fell to the ground, raising large swaths of smoke and dust.

But not a single particle dared to touch the holy body of the First Primarch.

Killed three people and three beasts in a row, and the lion sword was not stained with blood.

Leon cruelly raised his foot and crushed Marshal Sanakia's horned head, and walked towards the slaughterhouse belonging to the First Army not far away.

Yes, a slaughterhouse, not a battlefield.

Under the slaughter of the Dark Angels who landed in the center of the battle formation, the millions of Western Continent Allied Forces had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood at the feet of the Astartes. Those soldiers who tried to escape from the battlefield were either killed by the lasers of the auxiliary army. Submerged by the torrent, or turned into a handful of floating ashes under the bombardment of thermobaric incendiary bombs from heavy artillery.

This was not a battle, but a massacre.

Leon could feel the restrained joy in the hearts of the Dark Angels. Since Holy Terra was unified under the light of his father, they had not killed so happily for a long, long time.The Astartes are sharp knives polished by the Emperor, and the knives must be maintained with blood and souls in order to remain sharp and smooth at all times.

Let them kill.

Leon thought so.He has enough confidence in the warriors who have inherited his own characteristics. The Death Angel will use dogma and prayer to control inner feelings and emotions. Blood and killing cannot blind the pure brilliance in their eyes, but will only make them worse in the next battle. Play better.

Of course, if there is really a tendency to kill the Astartes monks, Leon will not hesitate to raise the lion sword to clean them up. After all, the First Legion is an eternal model and benchmark, and there is absolutely no possibility of any A little secret.

"Your warriors are really powerful."

As a sigh suddenly sounded from behind, Leon stopped indifferently, deliberately exposing his back to the uninvited guest behind him.

As long as the opponent makes any sneak attack, the lion sword in his hand can immediately counterattack with a sharp sword force.

"Oh! What a superb technique, even I was almost fooled!" But the other party immediately saw the Lion King's plan, gently touched his palms and praised, "Stranger, you are far more powerful than those warriors! It just so happens that I He is also a good swordsman, why don’t we discuss this?”

Turning around and looking around, Leon saw a strong old man standing casually behind him.He had short white blond hair and a beard, and held a green blade of grass in his dry and flaky lips. His strong body was only casually covered with a jacket sewn from the skin of an unknown animal.

The old man looks like an old hunter who has been hunting in the mountains all year round. His bare hands and feet are covered with calluses as thick as wood. Only a scar on his left cheek seems to be eye-catching. Leave some impression.

However, his eyes were bright and sharp, as if a young man was peering into the outside world from his old body through these eyes.In the old man's hand, he was holding a sword with a radial metal guard, a gorgeous and exquisite handle, and a dazzling light all over!

This sword was extremely huge, almost twice as tall as the old man, but it was easily carried on his shoulders, as if he couldn't feel any weight.

Everything is enough to prove the extraordinaryness of this old man.

After a brief silence, Leon slowly raised the lion sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the old man's throat, and a fighting spirit as bright as candlelight danced in his dark green eyes: "You have the smell of a god, tell me My name."

"Oh, I'm old, and I forgot things like names hundreds of years ago."

The old man spat out the grass stems in his mouth, smiled and waved his hands: "If you really need a title, just call me Sword God."